Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance by Caitlin Daire, Alyssa Alpha

tantalizing…even though she was tipsy. There wasn’t much movement, but whenever she twisted in my lap, I nearly lost it. She was so beautiful, and she’d finally let go of her inhibitions, dancing like nobody was watching.
    Too bad she was obviously sloshed.
    She came closer, leaning down to me. Her hair fell around us like a curtain, shielding us from anyone who dared to take a look, and by now, my cock was stiff as a rock under her, begging for release. “Well…?” she purred in my ear, and I could only manage a groan in response, too turned on to form coherent sentences. “Is it? Is this something a kid would do?”
    My mind was going fuzzy. I knew if she taunted me further, I wouldn’t be able to hold back, and as fun as Rory thought this was now, I was sure she didn’t want me carrying her back to my bed. She wasn’t mine to take, and besides, she’d been drinking. I wasn’t going to take advantage of that, no matter how much my cock was begging me to.
    “Yes,” I finally said in response to her question. “You’re being an immature little brat.”
    With a growl, I grabbed her hips and threw her over my shoulder, and she shrieked in surprise as my friends started cheering. Flashing them a cheesy smile, I walked the hell out of there, needing some privacy with her. She fought me the whole way as I carried her out of my suite and into the hallway, and finally, I set her down. She gave me a furious look, and at the same time, she almost looked offended that I’d ended our fun and games.
    “What’s your problem?” she said in a huff. “It was just a joke!”
    “My problem is my drunken stepsister giving me a lap dance, even as a so-called joke,” I said. “What if your Mom or my Dad had just happened to walk in, huh?”
    It suddenly seemed to dawn on her just how bad it had been for her to do that, and a mortified expression crossed her face. “I guess I had more wine than I thought,” she mumbled, looking down at the floor.
    I sighed. “It’s okay, we’ve all been there,” I said. Fuck, one time I’d gotten so drunk that I’d fallen off a boat…a boat that wasn’t even out on the water.
    We stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then I spoke up again. “Come on. I want you to see something.”
    Before she could object, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the emergency exit. She didn’t fight me as I opened the door and led her up the steel stairs.
    We arrived at a small door and I produced a key from my pocket, something I’d gotten from hotel security ages ago. I’d never brought anyone up here, though—not a friend nor a girl. It was the rooftop of the hotel, obviously off-limits to hotel guests. I loved it up here, so I’d come up plenty of times to clear my head, and after Rory’s little dance, I felt like we both needed to cool down a little.
    I unlocked the door and led Rory outside, cold air knocking out the breath from my lungs. I needed it desperately, and so did she, judging by her earlier actions. I deeply inhaled the fresh night air, and I heard Rory gasp behind me, so I smiled at her over my shoulder. Our hands were still twined together as I closed the door and led her towards the edge of the building. She was drunk, so there was no way I was letting go of her. The last thing I needed was for her to somehow stumble right off the roof.
    “This is my favorite place in the hotel,” I said. She nodded, and we sat down on a stone bench I’d had taken up to the top of the building a while ago. “You feeling any better yet?”
    “A bit. It’s so nice up here,” Rory said, rubbing her temples with her free hand as she took in the view. “I didn’t even know what was hiding up here.”
    She smiled at me, and somehow it felt like she was talking about me instead of the view. My hand inched towards hers on the seat, and I stroked her soft skin with an absent mind.
    “I love the view, and it always calms me down,” I said. “Whenever things get...difficult...I